地喊着回英国。
“Man, your uneeds us. Are you unwilling to stay with him” 梧声的声音依然温柔。
“I do be willing to do this!”
“Now that，why not spend your time on chatting with your uncle？ He is drawing in the bedroom.”
Pot眼睛一亮，却又很快黯淡下去:“I have nothing talk about with uncle.” Pot的声音弱弱的，魏可轻听得不太清楚，他本无心去听这些，画笔蘸了颜料继续上色，Pot的声音又响起，“Mom, I miss dad so much, when will we go bae？”
梧声微微一愣，蹲下来抚摸着小孩金色的短发，她把声音放得不能再低:“Two weeks ter.”
魏可轻故意没去听，但他也知道梧声要走了。魏妈妈带魏武来伊斯坦布尔过年，梧声怎么可能留下来。
过了一